Drool Britannia, such a bloody disgrace, Britons never admit to their mistakes Stool Britannia, you’re so bloody two-faced, Britons always have one foot in the grave The protests didn’t lead to another spike It’s you that misleads, so on your bike I’ll do my best to not perverse this verse with curse So don’t asperce me, but reserve your glee ‘cause The curve is not flat……..yet Don’t trust bureaucrats…..vet All their bias facts…...net Profits for the cats….. Bet The Magician’s on vacation to an impoverished nation To sell empty scrolls to a High Priestess that rolls ‘em Into doobies so the Empress gets groovy While The Emperor licks the feet of the Pope whose downbeat ‘Bout his sacreligious jackanapes who became Lovers, sour grapes They pull the chariot for a race, with no winner, what a waste The proletariat lacks the Strength, to keep their distance at arm’s length The Hermit doesn’t have this problem, they watch Wheel Of Fortune They think, immobility, releases endorphins But there’s no Justice for the Hanged Man when the autocracts have bought you “Hey, DEATH, come on down!! This year you’ve earned your thorny crown” Bless the Temperance That try to expose your impotence Beg for change and the Devil thinks you serve him The sniper range on Trump Tower is disturbing You’d think by now the Stars knew they’re diverting Attention from the Moon that’s converting The light of the Sun into forgetfulness For the Judgement found in Lockdown that kept you blessed And now our prospect for the World is a filthy mess For five minutes, we were making fleeting progress But now we’re heading towards autocratic accords With every scandal that brakes I get a little more bored And that’s not healthy, if anything it’s cruel But at least I can see the other 21 tarots are just fools 21 fools 21 fools in 21 costumes, 21 pilots killed for a statue

There’s the stuff that you do physically, logically Wearing your face mask, wash your hands, keep physical distance Then there’s stuff that you do mentally, cathartically Tan outside and bask, make up plans, justify your existence Both are needed to survive Can you really compromise Dopamine for oxygen? Though it means the shops again Become over-crowded With simpletons shrouded From the horrors of having your lifespan made shorter You know they never witnessed the biological torture Of a respiratory shutdown, Covid don’t care for borders Point of order; you can’t complain about disorder When you loiter in the pub or on a beach with your daughter Overcrowded with other mothers, like lambs to the slaughter Goddamit Karen, get off the dam plague wagon!! I know opinions are like assholes: everyone has one But some are cancerous and therefore should be treated upon Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do with a major problem? Instead of acting like it isn’t there and playing possum? A virus doesn’t need a brain to know nothing is gained From pretending you’re defending your right to be “free” So you claim you’re the victim of a conspiracy To be controlled by the master of the economy It’s easy to control, when you’re susceptible To a source unresolved, not credible Don’t get me wrong, many are gone who stood up to the system But it weren’t for claiming facemasks are a facial prison It’s not the facemask that depleting oxygen from your mind Turns out you were just born deaf, dumb and blind Deaf to the pleas of people who knew what they’re talking about Dumb to the ease of lockdown bringing nothing but doubt Blind to the reason they no longer care how they flout They already won, they’ll survive the drought You might not, so while you’re still healthy relatively You might want, to do things that give you serenity Like what? Oh I don’t know, spend time with those you love Oh look here comes your mum, are the gloves coming of? You gonna Cheat fate, hug your mum? (x3) Cheat fate, ‘cause you may never see her again (x2) And hug your dad while you’re at it! Might as well, don’t dwell On the repercussions your actions may foretell You excel At rationalising like a gazelle Getting ever so closer to where the crocodile dwell Is your throat that parched? To misquote Karl Marx When the sufferers learn to think The leaders of the world drink So what’s it gonna be? To be safe or happy? How ‘bout both? possibly If you were wired mentally To be content with status quo But can you repent where you go When you wanna do something even though you know nothing Will guarantee your immunity from a little bit of something Or a whole lot of everything that’ll retcon your life? Like, a smoker knowing next time they’ll be done forever Like, a drunk skipping the doctor’s ‘cause they’re far too clever Like, a cyclist in a rush who forgets their helmet Like, a playboy without a condom getting way too tempted Like anyone who has ignored All of the risk for the reward You only need to lose once To be the one who confronts Your mortality It’s a formality And your carte blanche will impart blunt obstruction to the fallacy Of living on the edge when you don’t believe in the gravity Of the situation all our nations hope to find a remedy, for Score or so many years ago we had foot and mouth And now it seems we can’t converse without putting the foot in our mouth And now you focus on the fact that I rhymed mouth with mouth Must you espouse clout of doubt, proud of the soundbites that you shout? Collectively reflecting the responsibility For the discrepancy, we clearly see the corruptibility Of our mental well-being It’s a gentle hell dreaming About a time when societal collapse seemed freeing Now our liberty is fleeting As they continue mistreating This pandemic as polemic for the esoteric seeking Some kind of solace From continuous contradictions What they have sold us Is perfect for the inquisitions For when this is all over there might be nothing left Do you feel like doing something that’ll make you less stressed? You gonna cheat fate, hug your mum, hug your dad (x4) ‘Cause you may never see them again

Dear Diary I got my antibody test today Was negative for having the virus, hooray All the fear of infecting my fellow resident Squashed by the knowledge, so now I feel excellent I might celebrate tonight, lick a few windows I might get in a fight, take a couple of blows To the face, take that as you will I’m happy and horny and I got alot of time to kill (YAAAAY)! I’m gonna hug my mum, but first I gotta deflate my boner (DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!) No longer confined to being the responsible loner, I felt like poser Pretending I prepared for this all my years When really I was sca red that the fog never clears Thankfully I am spared from being in arrears With fairweather friends of the year Having a shred of clarity reverses polarity From insularity to solidarity Retain’s normality, retrain’s your sanity Look there, can you see? The edge of the galaxy At some point it ends, along with everything else And that’s good, that’s what we want Don’t wanna be the one gathering dust on the shelf So you should Love your confidant For those who might live forever, they mean nothing at all So I’m happy now At some point I won’t be, I don’t know how But there’s no use in crying We always planned on dying JUST NOT TODAY I got a negative outlook (YAAAAAAAY) I’M HAPPY TODAY I got a negative outlook (YAAAAAAAY) JUST FINE TODAY I got a negative outlook (YAAAAAAAY) I’M HAPPY TODAY I got a negative outlook (YAAAAAAAY) So I posted a picture on Instagram Expecting to have an instant jam Of assholes claiming that it’s a scam And I was prepared to not give a dam But my mate Lee saw it He’s the bass player of the band For The Hornets He drove 20 miles to the same pharmacy That I had been so he could then finally see Whether he wasn’t as lucky as me The chemist only did as a formality For he hadn’t shown any symptoms throughout the timeline Of when Covid-19 cases started to climb They said “you wanna waste 30 quid? Then that’s your choice Any notion he might have it was not voiced And so they did the test….. ….And what do you know?! He actually had it!! But that is not the weird part of the story That part was something we could not foresee For you see the most likely time Lee got the virus is something to fear On all accounts…. Lee got the virus SEPTEMBER LAST YEAR!!! WHAT?!? Yeah I know, it all seems weird ‘And it seemed to confirm what we feared There’s still a long way to go Before we’ll finally know SO KEEP AN OPEN MIND And a negative outlook (YAAAAAY!) LOOK WHAT YOU FIND With a negative outlook (YAAAAAY!) YOU FEEL MORE REFINED With a negative outlook (YAAAAAAY!) BUT YOU’RE JUST AS BLIND With a negative outlook (YAAAAAAY!) You see Lee last year was quarantined For an unknown reason, All that was gleamed Was a long list of symptoms with no cause So they had to keep him behind lock doors No matters how many tests were run The diagnosis was left undone But those symptoms now look familiar Dry cough? Chest Pains? How peculiar Loss of appetite? You know that just might Infection of the lower respiratory tract? Yeah this motherfucker had it…… I mean if it isn’t covid, then what’s the alternative fact?! anyway…. Luckily for Lee he got better What a proper mystery to think weather What he got might have been the thing that two months later Was “discovered” in China, that does seem major Considering the way we understand how we got here This vignette doesn’t make things anymore clear Before Lee got sickly, he was in Brussels Nowhere near China So then we can agree, this bursts our bubble What a real headliner Well I mean it could be If we can verify, only then we should see What’s really going on? What’s wrong with the long con they played all along But until then, we still know nothing And we know you’re really just bluffing So there’s nothing else to tell The snake oil won’t sell

Is it Birth Of The Will, or Triumph Of A Nation? (x4) Oh wait it’s Triumph Of The Will, and Birth Of A Nation Either way it’s cinematic nationalistic socialist masturbation ‘Cause The American Sniper, is an American Psycho And The American Dream was written by A European Gigolo If you had a ten dollar bill in your pocket you’d see Hamilton was white But with Disney + in a cashless society, reality is trite You would have learnt that in school if there wasn’t a shoot-out every fucking week Must be hard to stay cool When you wash your best friend’s blood off your tear-stained cheek? At least childhood obesity is no longer an issue, ‘cause all the children are dead They’re either not vaccinated or they’re assassinated by a gun their classmate found in their shed I guess child-sized coffins are cheaper Than medical bills for autistic care Do you not think a child’s funeral is bleaker Than a kid daydreaming with a vacant stare? Oh it’s just how it is? In the land of the free and the home of the brave You’ll be damned to foresee so atone in your grave As they plan to decree you’re alone so behave What a feast for the pigs! There’s a little Mark Fuhrman in all of you You conceal the dark vermin kept out of view That knelt on George Floyd’s windpipe, wait, George who? Remember him? Remember Breonna Taylor? How the system failed her? Remember Trayvon MartIn? George Zimmerman does, he sold the gun he shot him with for 250 grand If that doesn’t make you sick to your stomach, then where the fuck do you stand? Well?! I hope you decided before the past election And don’t bitch and moan about supposed oppression Better to concede than to falsely bleed Between a crematorium and anal beads Speaking of which, a moment of silence for Kanye 2020 A ballot spoiled by a typically delayed entry. Yes Were you really gonna give your vote to Uncle Yeezus? If Trump’s the emperor, then he’s General Grievous He ain’t even Darth Vader, no one expected him to destroy the sith He claimed slavery was a choice, that’s who you’re dealing with A glorified jester looking to doing nothing but fester A pathetic obstruction, to the standard deviation Of broken promises from both sides of Harvey Dent’s coin They make their own luck, for the sake of their saggy loins On the left, a baby-boomer cuck, on the right, a rapist allegedly, they insist, aren’t you pissed? I guess not So when your child is raped next on Jeffery’s island I’m gonna laugh at you as you condone the violence And wonder if you know how much is your silence? At least you food never rots It’s just stays in a state of ouroboros decay Like your mildly indifferent state of dismay As the numbers rise to the point of disarray And that’s only confirmed cases Nothing to be said for all the others facing The price-tag fitted onto each test A nice gag for those who voted for that pest That false flag flying feels even more dirty Yet you still pardon the turkey And I bet you getting pissed off at being lectured by me? A spastic limey? Yeah we’re just as grimy And I know deep down it’s very unlikely That any of this will change, despite the Efforts of those to simply impose A faux monarchy to grow sovereignty Right under your nose, you think you are close To achieving a stance where you can advance the search for The American Dream? “You wanna know what happened to the American Dream?” The Comedian proudly screams as the fires start getting mean “You wanna know what happened?” “well….” “It came true!! You’re looking at it!”

It’s been 1000 years since we had human rights? Yeah that’s right, Man that’s tight King Knut had acute foresight When he listened to the people of Littleport’s plight Back in 1020 And delivered a binding proclamation That Kings fall under subjugation From anyone within the population That finds fault with the ruler’s lesligation And not be forced to join in the acclamation Of a fool who feeds off the inclination From state-mandated salutations It might began a slow-rising propagation But it’s still being realised with hesitation We still got the wage gap and segregation Hidden under our noses, it’s a combination Of not wanting to look and our education Being written by the winners of the decimation Of a new way of thinking, the sanitation Of ideals marketed by corporations To sell chlorinated chicken to a broken nation It doesn’t factor in our verified defamation Against genocidal gentrification Every day another way to make you pay for your say Based on something you can’t control Physically, mentally, they tell you to be yourself As long as what you are is them, you can climb out the hole How can we stomach this injustice that still persists, that they dismiss? How long can the leader’s of the world remiss? If you couldn’t follow all that, then remember this, that ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL Enough chit-chatter, black lives matter And if that offends you, then go ahead, scatter ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL LGBTQIA +, You accept all of them or bust ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL Immigrants are not your scapegoat for the government manspreading in every lifeboat ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL From the riff-raff all the way to the regal So when they start to make ideas illegal And you finally realise their thoughts are lethal You’re not allowed to say it feels medieval ‘Cause they knew nothing more than their bias evil And you got the resource to fix the discourse Before they enforce nationalist remorse For how things never used to be Is this the real life? No! It’s just fantasy Their singular opinion hurts the wind the white flag flies They’re a sociopathic nostalgia-addict, counting matriculated magpies One for privilege, two for the cis They never looked in the mirror and asked “who is this?” Three for the feeling that you belong They never looked at you and told you “you’re wrong” Four for the heritage they exert Five for the sympathy you desert Six for the knowing that you’ll be fine Seven for the blessing that they decline Eight for the hate that they instigate When you hesitate to dissipate Nine for the circles of Hell they left For the people you care to leave bereft Ten for the waves they can’t command The tide’s coming in to claim the sand And time’s rushing in to make a stand The point of no return is out of hand No King or queen or in between can take charge of nature And it’s not like that they didn’t try to make us all hate ya But there’s no life left in this Earth for their way of thinking It’s time to take things all the way back to the beginning And say ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL When was giving peace a chance seen as nothing more than a summer romance? ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL Can you really claim independence when you ride the wave of circumstance? ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL Is it fair to say you don’t care to pay for the leverage your privilege gives you today? ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL Have you had enough of the questioning? Well you’re sequestering, so let this sink in Who is the master of your fate? Who is the captain of your soul? Do you think that Britain is still great? Is this how you wanna take back control? (x2) It’s been a thousand years since we had human rights? Yeah that’s right. Man that’s tight But can we pinpoint the progress that we’ve made to see the dawn Through the darkest night?

The Vocal Minority! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! VS The Silent Minority! Yes. All right, Vocal Minority, you have the floor! Let’s go! Yo we’re the vocal minority, the local authority On how to win against the global sorority That force us to submit to satanic censorship So we can’t commit to fighting dictatorships When you stay silent, you are complicit To the shameless violence, they will exhibit At least we’re trying to make a difference While you’re relying on compliant pretence All right, coming in strong there, silent majority, what’s the response? Yeah we’re the silent majority full of vibrant diversity And despite what you think, we’re not your adversary You’re always look for a battle that you can’t finish The candle burnt too bright, and it’ll soon diminish You got alot of big thoughts but no follow through The devil’s in the details, but that’s too smart for you You’re like a tree without wood, all bark and no bite You always could would and should, You never left, you’re never right And they throw it back at ya, Vocal Minority, Go! Oh that’s pretty rich, saying that while you stand-by And watch them all pitch who among us fools can die For the greater good, that we don’t get a say in But they’ll be sure to leave us with the bill we’re paying With the rest of our lives, while their sex cult thrives Just because you’re alive doesn’t mean you survive If you lose everything that was worth fighting for How does it feel to be their little silent whore?! Well silent majority, how does it feel? Well if you’d shut the fuck up for one solitrary second You’d release the damage your brash commentary beckons Every minute little moment doesn’t need aggravation As the result of your premature ejaculation Always shooting your load before the main course Your impact erodes the sands of time into quartz Intrinsically worthless to anyone with sense To not buy into your delusions and hold onto their cents All right all right all right, that was some fight And the winner is........

Friends and well-wishers tend to sell glitter If you talk too much about what makes you shiver I’m out of viagra, I can’t stand and deliver At least I’m drinking less, I feel blessed by my liver When it’s Winter I can make my brain numb It can’t make me think this if it yearns for the sun The plan’s fake and I miss when I earned what I done All I do is wait for these things to become The past Thank fuck nothing lasts Soon this’ll be a flash before my eyes in the moment that I pass When the dye is cast Over my soiled life make sure that the patterns match the draft I’ll say it’s part of my craft To make sense out of nothing and leave you all slightly abashed My mind is trashed Do I have to be here much longer? I don’t feel stronger, just feel like I’ve wronged her Convinced her to trust me, thinking I could conquer Every little thing that keeps her up at night But it’s a fickle fling with success and it’s slight I might do enough to make it feel less rough But it won’t be enough to sustain my grand bluff So don’t threat the small stuff ‘cause soon it’ll be done So just let the time run until this is all in The past Thank fuck nothing lasts Soon this’ll be a flash before my eyes in the moment that I pass When the dye is cast Over my soiled life make sure that the patterns match the draft They’ll say it’s part of my craft To make sense out of nothing and leave you all slightly abashed My mind is trashed I shouldn’t feed my own plight But It’s a fickle fling with success and it’s slight The wax is trickling, the candle burnt too bright This is Not An Exit This is Not Not An Exit This just gives me, a good excuse to exist I’m just stating my case to save face, I embrace What light yonder breaks, you might wanna take A moment to try and see your future For a while now mine felt like a rumour And I hate it All this fake shit I try to give myself a blanket statement That soon I’ll know which way my fate went Who is ahead of us? They seem too generous If I had the power of hindsight I wouldn’t bet on us But I know nothing so I shouldn't be too venomous I can’t wait to remember this time I wish I was dead And I can put all these bad dreams to bed I’m too old to be this misanthropic I’m too young to not get what’s ironic If I’m honest all the fondest memories have never been The ones I recall in the detail, looks like I’ll never win But maybe I don’t need to win Maybe I don’t need to win Thank fuck nothing lasts I can carry on existing and leave all of my fear in the past

Combine a mega recession With the seasonal depression And you find yourself messing With feelings you’re too weak to ignore Like what the future might have in store And whether you want to see it or…. Gotta plan something grand To justify the reason why You get to wake up late Forget you hate to fake The eternity internally Justifying the thought process Deaf-defying in its success Or maybe to exist Is enough, I insist To carry on the happy song Even if no one's hearing Feelings drift with the evening Hope is swift and redeeming We want to shift from the grieving To finally believing In something, anything Quit hunting, for our sins We make mistakes we took for granted Regale our failures, keep it candid And are willing to find peace Though the villains never cease To try and make us declare glory So they’re the hero in their story If I was me then I would be Thinking superficially Clinging to descendancy But now I am me so I gotta be Someone more than the sum of my parts Keeping the heart to heart I am complete, I am done with this farce And that’s the dance we perform That’s enhanced by the norm Becoming undefined Our fear’s are undermined And here’s the chance to reform Intertwined by the decline of clear Presets, hedge bets on how we’re gonna be fined Until then You have to figure out what this time we’re living through is for ‘Cause half the sinners doubt it’s fine to just settle the score The other half face the draft of unrequited guilt This great wall they built Covered in soiled silk Has its foundations cracked By impatience stacked Against the projections we have entrusted our lives to Their reflections maladjusted to what we’ve been through It’s all quiet now On the Western Front As Europe & The Americas Try to bribe the editors To calm the riots down By claiming they will confront The nicest of the predators For the sake of the secular You better hold them to that Don’t let the cowards back-track Our history is currency To keep our freedom intact What little there is of it It’s worth holding onto Don’t forget what you learned During the time we discerned You gotta Lock Down The Vibe

Someday, sooner, than you, think this, will all, seem like, a bad dream It all feels so never-ending You feel there’s no use defending For the concept of hope It’s morphine for dopes Who forget they’re just pretending Things feeling foggy, you hate everybody And everybody doesn’t care Someday you might stop descending And you’ll realise it there Someday, sooner, than you, think this, will all, seem like, a bad dream You think you’re the only one crying Over problems not worth simplifying Well maybe you are If you think we’re sub-par In you solipsistic rectifying But if only your mind, is the one that’s behind This painful existence we thrifted Then maybe you can stop denying All of this joy you’ve been gifted Someday, sooner, than you, this this, will all, seem like, a bad dream